The Magic of Unknowing

Chapter One

Tyler screams her high pitched squeal of laughter as we throw stuffed animals across the room at each other.

We're such children.

Her smile is the best I've ever seen. Her big toothy smile with her bright crystal blue eyes.

She ducks under a barrier of a dresser as I launch a pink fluffy rabbit her way.

"Hey! It's Mr. Fliffles!" Tyler exclaimed and grabs the bunny and snuggles it.

"You name your stuffed animals?" I chuckle at the thought. We're little babies. Just baby sixteen and seventeen year olds.

"Do you not?" Tyler never was the best at speaking English. I don't think she was meant for English. I crawl over to her and tackle her with a big hug.

"You're such a goofball!" I giggle as she hugs me back and shoves the rabbit in my face. I pick it up and hug it, giving it back to the patiently waiting Tyler. She stands up and jumps onto her bed, grabbing her tablet and starts writing. She was always such a good writer but she never admits it. She's such a wonderful person in general.

"What are you writing, now?" I say as I sit beside her, peering over her shoulder.

"Oh... nothing." She trails off a little and closes her tablet, looking down.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

I hug her once again. She pulls me on top of her and we lay there. My face, boiling red, as I awkwardly lay on her stomach. She pats my back. We have always been the type of friends who were touchy-feely and would hug and cuddle. But I'd always feel so embarrassed and flustered when she pulled me on top of her.

"What's going on in the world of Kendall?" I look up to see her glittering eyes pour down into me. I drown in the crystals of what her eyes are.

"What could be on my mind when you're here?" I smile at her.

"Well everythi-"

"No. You're more important."

She gives me a pouty face and I stick my tongue out at her. We've been trying to work on her self confidence and and self esteem.

She jumps up, holding me in her arms like a princess, and runs over to her desk chair, sitting me in it. "Close your eyes!" She squeaks.

I hesitate before closing my eyes. She's probably gonna play a trick on me or something. I hear her shuffling as I spin myself in his chair. I love spinning in chairs. I'm such a weirdo. I hear her trip over herself, which she always does, and I giggle.

"Hey, don't you be laughing at me."

"Sorry." I smirk. I hear her breathing getting louder so I know she's coming near me. She's always been a loud breather.

"You can open your eyes, now." I open my eyes to her sitting on her knees in front of me, holding out a notebook.

"Whats this?" I ask as I flip through the pages.

"It's my crazy notebook." She looks at me with a wicked smile.

"Anything that you own is crazy." I steal the notebook out of her hands and she laughs. I spin around in her chair and read some of the stuff.

She looks over me feeling her notebook, seeing how old and torn it has been. Smiling, she gets up and ruffles her brown silky hair. She flops onto her bed as I open the cover to a page with red marks and ripples. I steal a worrisome glance at her but, nonetheless, she doesn't notice, for she is too busy falling asleep. I read the scribbled words out of the notebook.

the frozen blades cut through my heart

just like your words and touch

i know im just your toy

to beat then throw away

but know that i still love you

until i split apart

The bloodstained pages of Tyler's torn up notebook grimaces at me. It's haunting. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize the emotion that she is going through. I get up, setting the notebook on her desk and lie next to her. Her eyes slowly open and gaze towards me with a clouded expression.

"I'm lost, Kendall," she whispers, "I'm lost and I want it all to end."

Those were the last words I heard from her before she left.